lyrical dexterity

Listen to me talk as you sit in dismay

Cuz I am headed to the top there isn't shit you could say

They say Im strong like the rock but this Dwayne

And if this is food for thought than this shits a buffet

And its free of commissionI be eating the spinach

maybe cheese or the lettuce Let us feast cuz we winning

can't compete with the illest rip ya teeth like a dentist

From the East Im a beast Cant you see who this Kid is?

5'6 but still I rhyme sick and kill

These lines its a drill can't find shit thats real as this

Pussy bitch I aint one come and test my brain son

sick with the raps ripping it fast coming at your face run

Got the sauce its A1 you looking like some steak son

I just ate but gimme a plate won't hesitate to take some

Im the boss and all my soldiers know it

Laying Law like God like when he spoke to Moses

Leaving all in awe because my flows the coldest

when Im dropping bars you getting comatose quick

Assassin of lyrics you can kill my flesh

but you can't kill my passion and spirit

nor the plaques or the merits because that is just different

from the rapping and spitting

to what Im kicking get addicted like vicodin

Underground deep in the sea like leviathan

watch what you say or get played like a violin

You've been warned my style is bomb like hydrogen nitrogen

Moment of silence for the beat i totally silenced

uncontrollably violent I was born to be rhyming

super glued to the throne Im residing no one is colder than I am

the poems I'm writing supposed to be igniting

the protests and riots against the police and tyrants

we devoted and hopefully focused on fighting

what you that it was a joke tho

watch me put this rap game in a chokehold

Like I'm 50 back in 04 spitting cold flows

even yo hoe telling me that I am so dope oh no

Damn here he come again so nasty ya vomiting

I break this beat in half with the rap then it come again

Some of them are snakes so that why I keep the grass cut

I am taking aim so tell em fuckers to back

Now Im finna spray I'm getting you bitches clapped up

Got something to say I here them haters they ask what

Im 16 spitting 16's in 2016 for big dreams to get green

it seems many kids be wishing they could have had been me

now they give me envy

offend me yet you rhyme like a 4 year old

donning these rappers like I'm on mauries show this shit is more than gold

I got the slickest estylo my shit is driven like pills of labido

spitting these writtens like I was Cristopher rios

tell your chick and amigos your clique and your people

we killing the people and nobody iller than me tho please know

every number on the clock is time to make more chips

There is no question when Im wrecking I was made for this

Compositions that Im spitting just might take your chick

plus Im not even in my prime like 846.